Neverwinter Forest Piscean

This time the larger wolf caught flesh, striking an earlier wound whether he'd meant to or not. Seastorm yelped, stumbled; weakness, she knew, and finally turned half-crouched to face the man who pursued her. Another snarl tore itself from her, desperation this time.

She couldn't afford more injuries; she couldn't win another fight, and neither could she lose. Out of options, she bared her teeth at him in a final silent plea to back off. All she wanted was to pass through.